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Halloween is my favorite holiday. What's not to like about a holiday whose only requirement is a bag of candy and a willingness to answer the door all night? I loved it as a kid, but I really didn't get into it until Paige came along. She has an October birthday and when our little ghoul was old enough to start having real birthday parties, as opposed to the kind with just the family, it was natural to have Halloween themed parties. That meant buying spooky stuff. Lots of spooky stuff. Okay, I admit, it got out of hand. They say Halloween is the second biggest decorating holiday. It must be true because I have it all: pumpkins, cobwebs (real and fake), spiders (ditto), snakes (completely fake, but the jury is still out where the cats are concerned), bats, rats, crows, tombstones, skulls, assorted bones, chains, witches' hats, ghosts and ghouls, strobe lights, black lights, and lots of novelty lights. And candles, enough that if they were all lit the fire department would probably declare our house a fire hazard. My husband's only contribution to this annual nuttiness is to play the theme from the movie Halloween over and over and over. You know, where the music goes bummmmm........bummmmm........BUMMMMMMMMM each time a randy teenager meets Michael Myer's knife. It was the very first movie we saw together as a couple, way back in 1978, so I suppose it has some sentimental attachment for him. To the right of our front door is a gargoyle holding a sign that says, "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Come to think of it, there's no reason why that sign shouldn't stay up all year.